Hello everyone. Praise the Lord!
Don’t know who the author is but this is such a good poem!
God isn’t just the God of
Steeples
Prayer meetings
Well-paying jobs
Mission trips
Intact families
Worship songs
Sunday school
All those visible spaces.
The ones we show to the world.
The ones that look like we have our act together.
The ones where we will be praised.
He’s bigger than that. Much much bigger.
His heart is bigger.
His presence is bigger.
His well-worn, tenderness is bigger.
BECAUSE
He’s also and especially the God of
Oncology visits
Broken hearts
Empty checking accounts
Funeral parlors
Rehab rooms
Sleepless and fitful nights
Bathroom floors
Messy selves and messy lives
The places where it’s just us and Him.
The ones only He can really see.
Hear.
Understand.
Guide.
Comfort.
Heal.
The places of
Loss
Despair
Loneliness
Doubt
Fear
That are also the places of
Growth
Hope
Belonging
Grace
Peace
The places that nothing and no one else can touch.
Except for this big big, “very present help in time of trouble,” tender-hearted God.
Those are the most sacred places of all.
And some of the most beautiful.
William James Roop
